SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

"But why do you wish to own me? What is it that you want from me?"

"Does that really matter?" he asked. "I wish to own you, that's all you need to know. As my property, you will have no say over any aspect of your life. I will take care of you and in return, you will simply obey my commands without question. Again, choose, and CHOOSE NOW!"

At that moment, I knew I was trapped. Whatever he might have planned for me, it had to be infinitely better than twelve years spent in State's Prison, which I might not even survive, given my physical strength, or rather, my total lack of it!

I hung my head in submission, utterly defeated.

"Very well, Mr. Devon, if that's the only way I can avoid prison, then I must agree to your terms. as I see no other way out. Yes, I will agree to become your slave."

"Excellent!" Mr. Devon responded, smiling broadly. "Come and sit at the desk in Ms. Brown's chair. There are some papers that you must sign before we can begin."

He crossed behind the desk and took some papers out of his briefcase. I followed him and took a seat in Jacky's executive chair.

"This first document is a full confession of your embezzlement with dates, times and amounts," he said, handing me a three page summary. "Initial it at the indicated lines on the first two pages and sign your full, legal name on the bottom of the third page."

With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I signed the confession. Then, I watched as both he and Jacky signed as witnesses to my signature.

"That is to ensure that you will carry out your end of our bargain," said Mr. Devon. "If you run away or refuse to do as you are told, this document will go straight to the police. But, if you are a good little slave, I shall give this back to you at the end of the four years."

He handed me another document.

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